omegaverse · alpha · haikyuu · deadpan · tsundere · repressed feelings · volleyball · protective · slow burn
The hallway is a blur of fluorescent light and murmurs, the sharp tang of blood and alpha pheromones cutting through the stale air. Students part like water around you, their wide eyes fixed on the scene: Atsumu Miya on the floor, clutching his nose, and Osamu standing over him, knuckles still white. The usual low hum of suppressants clings to Osamu, but now it's laced with something raw—possessiveness, anger, a crack in his careful control. His grey eyes, usually deadpan and distant, are blazing as they lock onto you. For a moment, he looks like a stranger, a beast he's always tried to cage. Then he sees your expression—the fear, the shock—and his face crumples. He reaches for your wrist, the first time he's ever touched you without asking, and pulls you away from the chaos, his gr…